The day when my son became old enough to correctly clean his room was one filled with madness and mayhem. He knew how to do it with out item shoving and moving it all to his closet but, for some reason he never would. I asked him several times if he actually enjoyed living in a room where you couldn’t even walk straight. Each time he responded with the same answer.
“No Dad, I will get it cleaned up.”
Still days would go by and no cleaning took place. He constantly dropped dirty laundry on the floor just leaving it there. The stench started to build. It would waft out out into the hall’s and spill into my bedroom. Any guests I would entertain would notice this problem. This was becoming an embarrassment. He simply would not clean it up. Trash was sprawled out on the floor and dust covered practically every bit of room space. I became tired of it and told him he needed to clean it up or I would suspend his privileges. No television, video games, friends over in the lower levels of the house and he would be grounded from all future family events. His sister was complaining of it as well. Her room was across the hall and even she could smell it. When I enforced this punishment it seemed to phase him even less then living in that pigsty of a room. I couldn’t believe that I had raised such a slob.
One day while he was out at school I had off work. While watching television and relaxing the stench wafted into my nostrils. Enough was enough. I did not care how or who did it that mess needed to be cleaned up. I called a few of my friends who had off as well and asked them to come over and help. Some of them refused some did not. Still it was an embarrassment so I was glad when some didn’t come. Together we entered the abyss that was my son’s bedroom.
Upon entry it was worse then I anticipated. Among the garbage, laundry, dust and dirt were used dishes. Some of them still had molded stale food inside them. Expired milk filled some of the bowls stacked on his nightstand and cups around it. The smell was unbearable. A lesser man would have ran away in fear but, I was his father and it was my house, I had to deal with it. The first thing to do was to get the dishes out of there. They needed a good long soak and scrubbing afterwards. So we decided to get those out and let them soak while we continued with the rest of the room. Grabbing several garbage bags we ventured back in and picked up the trash and detritus off the floor. The obvious things such as his homework that he had left on the floor or kicked off the bed in his slumber we left in a pile on the desk. The clothing was then put inside a hamper and lugged downstairs to be sanitized. When we thought we were finally done a friend of mine opened his drawers and closet. Inside held the bounty of dishes garbage mildew and half eaten bags of potato chips. This was ridiculous. I apologized to my friends for all this and we continued cleaning. We began dumping the majority of the drawer’s contents into a large garbage bag. I instantly got started on the laundry and returned to the task at hand.
By the time my son returned home from school the laundry was done and put away inside his dresser. The entire room looked spotless. We had swept and mopped the floor along with carting many bags of garbage out of the house. With extreme air freshener usage the odor started to dissipate and then all together vanish. The nightmare was finally over and once again I could entertain guests without them running for the hills prematurely. When he entered his room he merely shrugged.
“I was going to do it dad but, thank you anyway.” He said to me.
Due to the fact that he now had a clean room he inevitably had more places to drop the things he owned on the floor. He continued to do this until it became as bad as the last time. So in the end I was compelled to do it all over again. I have been cleaning it up for the past year and a half. I really cannot stand the fact that he refuses to do it himself.